When the cool kids go to a house party on a Friday night
We stay in and watch movie re-runs, a soppy chick flick type,
They're smoking and getting stoned and drinking cider;
We're in our cosiest pair of flannel pyjamas - yeah, that's our Friday. Watched this movie a million times, still surrounded by damp tissues
'Cos we have fun in our little gang, ignoring all the worldly issues,
Swallowing my problems with the fifth king-size Mars -
Might drop an extra inch on my waist but no tell-tale self-harm scars. Our problems are big enough for us to handle;
Sat at home worrying about my crush's latest cheerleader scandal,
We're the type of uncool that's out even when uncool's in,
Just 'cos I don't have straight blonde hair and I'm not size 6 thin. When the cool kids go out they don't give a damn about not inviting us,
Even when they're throwing their plans around on the bus,
It's the little things that seem like no big deal
That end up making lonely nightmares real. | 
